This is one of my favourite subjects to talk about since I have a very eventful and pleasant upbringing as a child. Anyway, while I am fond of many of my childhood memories and experiences, there is one experience which I specifically like to discuss here in as much details as possible.

This all happened when I was only about 10 or 11 years old and attending 5th grade in my elementary school. So, I guess that it is fair to say that I had already developed some sort of objective and logical understanding of the world around me, which also meant that I knew that what I liked or preferred. And, one such thing, which I really liked, was to swim.

In fact, I loved swimming so much that it would be almost impossible for my parents to keep me at home during the summer vacation as I would make any kind of excuse to get out of home and swim. Anyway, by that age, even though I managed to swim in all kind of waters, be it a pond, lake or a large river, I never swam in an ocean, and so I asked my father to take me to a sea to swim in it. Not to mention, my father was kind enough to take to me the sea and let me swim in it all day. By the way, I would never forget the experience of viewing underneath the ocean and viewing all kinds of fishes and stones while swimming in it. Besides, taking pictures with a group of foreign visitors, who taught me how to be good swimmer, was just an amazing experience.

Anyway, as I come to think of this experience, the first thing, I feel, is that I was so lucky to have such an understanding and caring father who took to pain to travel almost 600 kilometres just to offer me an opportunity to swim in an ocean. Besides, I also feel that if I didn’t go swimming in that ocean, I would never experience the vastness of an ocean with my little eyes